Chapter 1951 (1/2)

Hunyuan first realm immortal beast, swallow the sun Golden Phoenix!

Meteorite!

With a roar, the blood of the Phoenix spreads in the Dragon desert, and the two bodies of the Golden Phoenix fall like mountains in the desert.

In the distance, Li Lingyu's eyes were silent.

They looked at the body standing in the air, and their minds were blank.

What a fool!

At this moment, the world is completely fragmented in their eyes.

There is no lack of weakness in Qin Xuan's eyes. In his body, there is only a part of immortal immortal immortal yuan and a trace of holy power.

”Ho ho!”

When the Dragon gourd of the great Luo Xuan is opened, a mysterious light turns into a hundred Zhang dragon, and the Phoenix corpse and blood on the Dragon desert are included in it.

Pang seems to have some pain, although this swallow sun Golden Phoenix has gone, but its blood, still hot terror.

Until, even a drop of blood has not been left, all swallowed into the big Luo Xuanlong Hu, Qin Xuan this slowly turned around.

On his body, the cracks are shocking. On his face, you can see his bones from those cracks, which is hideous.

Qin Xuan's light eyed Saul is on Li Lingyu's three men. Now he has suffered a heavy injury, which is the first time that he has suffered such a heavy injury since he entered the fairyland.

If Li Lingyu three hands, perhaps there is a chance to let him Qin Changqing fall.

Almost One in a million!

Unfortunately, in Qin Xuan eyes down, Li Lingyu three suddenly a tremor, wake up.

Three people are terrified to hang head, even to Qin Xuan start of a silk idea all have never had.

In their eyes, Qin Xuan was too unfathomable and terrible.

Already let them completely no longer have any other thoughts, only leave fear, awe.

Qin Xuan's dark eyes were calm. He saw the three men drooping their heads, and the ancient sword in their hands flashed. After breaking one of their white hair, they returned to their waist.

The white hair drifted gently into the cracked palm.

Qin Xuan looked at the 19 hanging bones of saints, and the two bones that had disappeared into the yellow sand of Longmo.

In Qin Xuan's eyes, the 19 saints' bones shrank and turned into bone beads, which entered the white hair.

Qin Xuan stepped, palmed away the yellow sand, and looked at the pale holy bone.

The Guo family of the northern region!

Zhongyu Wanjia!

Qin Xuan light voice, ”I Qin Changqing life, words will practice.”

”You can rest assured!”

As the sound falls, the two saints' bones change and turn into pale bone beads into white hair. They are connected with the other 19 bone beads and enter Qin Xuan's cracked wrist.

As you can see, the 19 bone beads still have a touch of luster, but the two bone beads seem to be like gravel, ordinary to the extreme.

Qin Xuan stood on the desert, and it was not more than a long time since he touched the bones of the sage.

It took at least half an hour for the saints of tianjiuzhou to get to Longmo.

This is the mausoleum of the emperor. The saints dare not come to the mausoleum, or they will cause a great disaster. Even the speed of the saints, they should be careful in the mausoleum.

Longmo has not yet been buried in the depths of the imperial mausoleum, but the saints have been buried in it. Some terrible existence in the mausoleum will never be ignored.

Qin Xuan turns around slowly and looks in the direction of Tianjiu Shengguan mansion.

Last time, he was a Hun yuan Luo Jiu and smelled like a king.

Even if the Hun yuan was oppressed, Qin Xuan was not afraid of Hun yuan.

Luo Jiu is indifferent to Qin Changqing. If Luo Jiu did it because of his few words, what would be the result now?

Or, Wen rujun has something to do with it, not words.